masanari | [Futurelandia] The Wonderful Christmas (and maybe into New Years stuff too)

[Futurelandia] The Wonderful Christmas (and maybe into New Years stuff too)

[ Their pack's Christmas tended to be one which was full and chaotic, despite the fact that there were increasingly less children in the house as Yamato and Junko (and yes, Koji too) all grew to maturity. In some ways, this was actually more "kids" than had been in the house for it than in a long time, what with their new additions.

Still: Masaomi, Nariko, Ada, Sullivan, Emily, Octavio, Tom, Yamato, Junko, Koji, Veronica, and Audrey - Twelve people with at least one gift for everyone else, often times more in the case of those who were more generous or had deeper pockets or more to impress others with. The sheer number (even if it had grown over time) is probably what prompted them to set up a grate tree in one of the living room spaces which was probably meant to be a formal dining room and then lay out all the presents from everyone wrapped up under it andt hen sprawled out for a wide area around it all. There's chairs set up in a circle around the room to give everyone room to sit and the first one there (Which if, of course, Masaomi) brought bags for the wrapping paper to go into a recycle.

Also Masaomi has on a santa hat and a fake beard. Both of which Ada picked out years ago, and he wears mostly out of tradition. It's similarly out of tradition that he got up at the ass crack of dawn to sit in the room and eat some rice before anyone else got up, wait for them all to filter on in here usually starting with Ada or Sullivan or in recent years his eldest son so people can start to make breakfast and be ready. But either way, breakfast and present opening in the morning! A white elephant gift exchange game in the afternoon! A big dinner in the evening!

Christmas is a time of togetherness, where there has to be some structure, but there's a lot which can happen beyond all that and often did. Movies watched, songs sung, and even if this year of different and strange for a variety of reasons... well. It was still their day, and everyone would enjoy it. ]

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[ Well...

Well, they could do it some way or another, right? He's not sure but - ]

Might as well show it off a little, at least.

[ That... is a weak argument and he knows it. But the fact that she says it just makes his lips quirk up that much more. The way she tilts her head is somehow erotic to him ]

[Oh, come on, he can't go and say all that and expect her to remain still! Nariko stands and pulls her chair closer to Yamato's in one surprisingly fluid set of movements, and sits beside him. She leans in to kiss his cheek first,]

Kind of like this?

[And then she moves to his neck, sucking gently ... Right as their cheese plate arrives!

This technically counts as the first course, right? So he's not going to fault her for squeezing his inner thigh.]

[ He really should have seen that coming - but on the other hand, he doesn't even begin to mind that she did that. He checks her out again when she coms over, seeing her figure and looking at the way the dress hugs her body. When she comes over, kissing him and moving around him, he brushes the back of her hair, and runs around the back of her skull.

And he smiles at her. And he thanks the server when she brings over the cheese course, giving them a little smile ]

Exactly like that.

[ and he runs his fingers over her hand there, shivering ]

[There's a little affirming noise but she's not going to stop to come up with a real answer, she's quickly losing the brain for that. Because this is romantic, and he's trying so hard to be some idealized, romantic version of himself - she doesn't need that, but the fact that it means so much to him to get right, that he's actually nervous? It really makes her want to fuck him silly, because it's nice to know someone cares enough to work so hard, even on something that is inherently simple.

Her teeth drag over his pulse while her fingers inch closer to his dick, and likely his belt or whatever else might be in her way.]

So I can do this, too?

[And she really is asking, her obedience is back in full swing despite how excited she sounds.]

[ He wants that, he wants that... He wants it so bad, his cock is throbbing, it's becoming erect inside of his somewhat tight suit pants. But he doesn't want to break the moment, this was romantic and he wanted to be a little more more ideal. And what's more, even as his scent crystalizes...

Wait, she's asking him.

Wait, she was... She was asking him, and he was in control. She was obedient to him. She was his, and he truly wanted to test his control again. And so, while his heart rate was up and he was brushing her side a little, he licks his lips before he inhales and - ]

No. Don't touch my dick until the second course, at least.

[ It was hard for him too! But... ]

Or... beg a little, and call me sir. Again.

[Of course she's listening to him - he's her alpha, and she loves him! What he's giving her is more than worth listening to some orders, and giving the full extent of her loyalty. That doesn't mean she has to like his order, because that bit at the end doesn't guarantee she'll get her way even if she listens. But what's most important is to obey, it's an inset knowledge, something that's always been there, something that Masaomi helped foster.]

If I suck it that's not touching it, right? [That's also probably not begging, but give her a second.] Can I please suck your cock, sir? [She nips at his ear, squeezes his leg.]

So everyone can see how much I love you.

[ For fuck that just feels good, both the fact that she's rushing her hands around him, that she's kissing him and that she's not touching him. He tries ti play it cool, he tries to pretend he just doesn't want to give in and let her get all over him, let her touch him and suck him. He exhales, and he reaches out to grab some of the bread from the cheese plate, and move to spread a little bit of brie on it. He dips it in the olive oil.

The heat on his face, the pulse of his scent, and the throbbing of his cock all betray him. But once he puts the thing up to his lips, he hesitates, and then looks over at her ]

Y-you. [ Wait, no, start over - ] You should say "may I," Nariko. Please... apologize. A little.

[ He was being a bit mean now, he knew. But ... but he also wanted to see if he could get away with it, how it made him feel, and how it made her feel. Perhaps she would hate it, or maybe just doing as he asked would make it worth it ]

[Oh, he was absolutely being mean! She had no way of knowing that there was some special way to go about asking, but, y'know, that's fine. She's not the type to be so easily frustrated even for as excited as she is, it's a challenge as much as anything in the world, and she can win.]

I'm veru sorry, Alpha, I should have been more polite. [And as far as her tone is concerned, she's the definition of apologetic!]

Sir, may I please suck your cock?

[Before one or both of them bursts.]

[ He wants to allow her, he does. But at the same time... at the same time, this teasing, this ordering, this edging. It's making his eyes glass over, making his breath become that much more steady when it should be becoming more swallow. It makes him feel strong, it makes him feel important, it makes him feel loved. It feels like he was always meant to be this way, always meant... to something.

But he wouldn't - shouldn't - be unfair to her. She did sound genuinely apologetic and she did sound very convincing in her plea. But... ]

Would you like some cheese first, or would you prefer your... first. Appetizer to be something else?

[ Namely his cum ]

I think I'd like the 'something else', sir.

[That she can maintain this respectful tone without a hitch is amazing, because she's incredibly tempted to be a smartass, not out of any sense of domination, just because that's her natural state.]

I don't think there's anything on a table that could compare.

[Cum always wins, basically.]

[ She was being such a good girl right now. A good woman, a loyal submissive. And he swallows, looking her over now entirely, chewing on his brie and cracker. ... Fuck, fuck he loves her so much and his cock is throbbing. He needs her to go down on him. And so he strokes her cheek and nods a little ]

Then I'll allow it, Nariko.

[ Even if they're in public in a fancy restaurant. ]

[She could just go ahead and dive right down, a part of her wants to do that! But the devil's in the details, so she restrains herself for an extra second to kiss the edge of his jaw.] Thank you, sir!

[Her tone is especially bright, but then she bends down, undoing his pants with the sort of lightning quickness that could win her a medal. And for as cool as she's played all of this Nariko's going insane, what she really needs is for him to fuck her, and she's forgotten about the idea of eating entirely, but this'll have to do.

So it stands to reason that she'd put her all to it, and immediately suck him down to the base.]

[ God but that feels good. He swallows hard, and he looks down to see this beautiful woman with earrings and a necklace which had to be really expensive down on his rock hard and girthy cock. He doesn't try to roll his hips into her or shove her head down. He entirely tries to just ignore her...

No, that's not the right way, it's just to control himself. He inhales, and yet he can't begin to control himself too much.

... but the poor server is back now, to finally give him his soup. He smiles at her ]

Th-thank you.

[Of course she can register that there's someone nearby, their waitress has returned but that's not reason for Nariko to stop! She's in her own world, and it's a great one, better than food or class or incredibly high up restaurants. At the end of the day she's just got her priorities straight! That's all.

Said priorities include sucking rather wet and loudly, so their poor waitress has absolutely no chance to misunderstand what's happening.

But Yamato should probably order for them both, right? Even though they're (he's) still working on the cheese.]

[ He should, he really should. And Yamato tries to keep a cultured, sophisticated and clear face as he's looking the waitress clearly in the eye. And maybe this waitress is under the spell of one or both of their scents, but both of them and the sounds Nariko's making are turning heads at the other tables. He smiles at the waitress, and with as calm and clear of voice as he can... ]

I believe that my girlfriend and I should split a plate of the meatball carbonara, unless you believe the potions would be better served with us each having our own? A---ah. And do you have a favorite salad, by chance? Or some other small plate?

[All things considered Yamato's holding his cool incredibly well, almost to an inhuman extent - or rather he's only barely falling short of what Masaomi would be likely to pull off and that's ... Incredible. If Nariko was thinking about anything other than getting cum down her throat she might compliment him despite how uneven and maybe even upsetting it could be to mention his father at a time like this.

But their poor waitress, who is very confused about the whole thing and can't rightfully process anything to do with salads with two heavy, clawing scents tearing at her impulses ... Manages to mention the tossed chicken salad in terms of small salads. She completely misses the bit about portions though because she's blushing and trembling in about the same measure as Nariko is working her throat up and down, very obviously blowing him.]

Aaaaah. Ah. Sorry, but... I didn't catch that, about the salads.

[ He's trying to keep his cool, but he's blushing now, perhaps embarrassed because of the blushing mess that the waitress is turning into. But he wonders, Yamato... could he...

It worked on Audrey. It worked on Junko. It worked on Nariko. But could it. He clears his throat, biting back a moan and then tries out Stern Alpha Voice on this poor waitress ]

Please pay attention to me.

[It would probably work better if he was at least a little clearer, because 'pay attention' could mean a lot of things, said waitress is already technically paying attention to him because, well, it's kind of her job to do so? So mostly she just startles and repeats the bit about the salads in a voice that's much more nervous than it was before.

Also, wow Yamato you're a bad date. It's probably a good thing his scent is so strong, otherwise she might actually have the overall strength to get up and move on her own.]

[ He's not a bad date!

... He's a bit of a bad date ...

But he swallows and shakes his head, nodding a little. Okay he just... he's not going to be able to hold it in. He can't handle it. His hand slides up Nariko's back, up her neck, and then to the back of her head. He shoves her head down, making her get down to the base. But all the while, he tries to keep himself focused on the waitress. He wants to run experiments on her, but the moment after that... it'd be bad to do it to. Her. When his date is here.

So. ]

We'll get individual small salads and the meatball carbonara. Thank you.

[He's a bad date, but he can still make good decisions! And that's very important part.

Their waitress skitters off very quickly after she's jotted down his order, so it leaves the both of them at the table, along with the number of other restaurant goers who are all sort of pretending to not watch but ... They're definitely watching.

Nariko, for her part, doesn't fight his grip no matter how long he holds it. She keeps sucking, and tries to very minutely shift her neck within his grip. She's not going to stop even if their food comes along!]

[ He is... But he hopefully should be trying to better?! At least?! Hopefully, anyway. But either way, the young man openly moans when the waitress backs off, more for Nariko's benefit than anything. He did want to be cool, but he also wanted to make her happy, wanted to make her feel good. Just as much as he was feeling good. The young man licks his lips and then bites down, rolling his neck and then, after holding her there for many long seconds, he releases his hand and pets her head, reaching out to try and eat his soup.

God but she feels so good. She's so dedicated. ]

[The twiggy bitch that Nariko could probably eat if she were to be that vicious, is gone! So he's already made a better life decision. It's all good.

When he lets her go she does have to raise up a little to sort of catch her breathe, but she doesn't let that excuse get in the way of helping him cum. For the handful of seconds she needs to not accidentally pass out (which probably wouldn't be very appealing) she lets her tongue dance over his slit, just back and forth, oddly teasing before she gives into the temptation to press in a little.]

[ Yamato is so glad that he told her about that sensitivity there. That he discovered it himself. His particularly girthy penis meant that the slit was relatively wide on him, more than able to get a little bit of teasing like that and even get a tiny bit of her tongue inside of it. And it felt amazing.

He whines, but bites his lip and only opens it get some more soup in. And to her, he whispers, ]

Cumming. Soon.

[She abuses the weakness just a little more, becomes a little braver in trying to find out how much she can comfortably fit there, and when she can safely breathe without the world going semi-dark she forcefully slams her mouth down, an almost exact imitation of what he'd done early while holding her neck. 'Soon' doesn't mean she'll get sloppy, not in the least, her teeth and tongue drag up slowly but she always drops back down to press his thick length into her - she's going to need the soup to help sooth her irritated throat.

But it still won't have anything on the cum he's about to feed her.]

[ But will they even be able to calm down after this? Will She calm down, and will he not rebound for more? He doesn't want to get that dress dirty. Or this suit, now he thinks of it. But all the same, feeling how dirty she is but how much is kept inside of her, the loud slurps, the presses inside of him, the wiggle... the young man moans again, drawing even more looks. But he doesn't care, he just...

He just sets down the spoon and grips the table hard. He moans out her name now, and he digs his nails into the cloth and wood. And then, at last-

He cums.

He shoots out a big, thick, sticky load for her, going into her mouth and the back of her throat, savoring the feeling of release, and knowing she did it. And she would love this meal. And hopefully thank him for it ]

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